Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Can,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.